Xha'li's refusal to walk away or back off did nothing but inspire more fury within the Nunh. So persistently these city cats came to spew their lies and poison. The boy's disrespect did nothing but mirror K'ile's similar disrespectful attitude; an attitude K'yohko would see abolished if it was the death of him. And it would, most likely, be the death of him. Too many things seemed to look at him with the intent of death. Too many enemies, too few left he trusted any longer. As Xha'li greeted K'deiki, K'yohko found a protective rage lashing out before he had time to think on it. All consuming and overwhelming, he outright roared at Xha'li and stepped between the city cat and K'deiki. His ears flattened and turned out with his rage that could not form words but only incomprehensible sound that filled the desert's vastness.
K'yohko's hate filled eyes of purple never left Xha'li's form, but his ears clearly heard K'ile. It had been a long time since anger and hatred had consumed him so fully. Every part of him wanted to lash out. To rip apart the boy in front of him and show him his fragility. But when K'deiki called to him, he found even the elder's wisdom could not reach him where his hate had taken him.
Finally he tore himself from the intruder's visage and turned on K'ile instead.
"The boy is arrogance and caustic." He hissed at K'ile, his eyes darting between the elder and the formerly missing fire dancer. "And you-" K'yohko roared again, turning on K'ile fully now. "would not be so eager to welcome outsiders either had you actually been here to seem the kill another one of ours." And from his hip where he kept few precious things in a small pouch, he pulled out an all too familiar bandana. It smelt still of K'ailia even though it had been weeks since she left. With the same anger, he threw it at K'ile and looked angrily in its direction. "K'ailia is dead because of them. And I would not see another outsider so soon after it happened. I will not entertain this outsider or your supposed kindness at him." K'yohko snarled and turned sharply on the sand. His anger burned hot in the air as he mounted his courel and whistled for it to ride.
"I will hunt for our returning family." K'yohko's courel stalked past the huntresses. K'yohko only too a short moment to meet eyes with K'nahli, a thin and stern look still smoldering on his face. "I will trust you, K'nahli, to see to it that this outsider does not cause more trouble when he is left alone."
As the tension turned to fury from K'yohko, K'iara could help but shirk back a little. She had never seen him this angry before. It was a little frightening. Did he have only two emotions? Apathy and anger? Her eyes drifted towards K'zhumi, K'rahto, K'luha, and Tahj. She could help but to subtly walk towards their directions as if to protect them from both the outsider and K'yohko. Part of her agreed when he said it, that it would be best for him to go hunt and cool his head.
K'luha found herself with her head placed in Tahj's lap. The younger girl somehow seemed to know how to soothe her pain by untangling her matted tresses. What would she do without Tahj? There was the sound of anger and yelling, a yell she knew from some time long ago. She strained her ears to listen in and heard only a few words of the conversation. Words she might have been better off not hearing.
"K'ailia is dead...?" Luha croaked almost immediately towards Tahj. Her eyes forced open and looked panickedly at her niece. "It's not true. Tell me it's not true." K'luha very nearly begged. Her hand weakly grasped back at her niece, her eyes looking at K'zhumi when she noted the healer tending to her.
K'yohko's hate filled eyes of purple never left Xha'li's form, but his ears clearly heard K'ile. It had been a long time since anger and hatred had consumed him so fully. Every part of him wanted to lash out. To rip apart the boy in front of him and show him his fragility. But when K'deiki called to him, he found even the elder's wisdom could not reach him where his hate had taken him.
Finally he tore himself from the intruder's visage and turned on K'ile instead.
"The boy is arrogance and caustic." He hissed at K'ile, his eyes darting between the elder and the formerly missing fire dancer. "And you-" K'yohko roared again, turning on K'ile fully now. "would not be so eager to welcome outsiders either had you actually been here to seem the kill another one of ours." And from his hip where he kept few precious things in a small pouch, he pulled out an all too familiar bandana. It smelt still of K'ailia even though it had been weeks since she left. With the same anger, he threw it at K'ile and looked angrily in its direction. "K'ailia is dead because of them. And I would not see another outsider so soon after it happened. I will not entertain this outsider or your supposed kindness at him." K'yohko snarled and turned sharply on the sand. His anger burned hot in the air as he mounted his courel and whistled for it to ride.
"I will hunt for our returning family." K'yohko's courel stalked past the huntresses. K'yohko only too a short moment to meet eyes with K'nahli, a thin and stern look still smoldering on his face. "I will trust you, K'nahli, to see to it that this outsider does not cause more trouble when he is left alone."
As the tension turned to fury from K'yohko, K'iara could help but shirk back a little. She had never seen him this angry before. It was a little frightening. Did he have only two emotions? Apathy and anger? Her eyes drifted towards K'zhumi, K'rahto, K'luha, and Tahj. She could help but to subtly walk towards their directions as if to protect them from both the outsider and K'yohko. Part of her agreed when he said it, that it would be best for him to go hunt and cool his head.
K'luha found herself with her head placed in Tahj's lap. The younger girl somehow seemed to know how to soothe her pain by untangling her matted tresses. What would she do without Tahj? There was the sound of anger and yelling, a yell she knew from some time long ago. She strained her ears to listen in and heard only a few words of the conversation. Words she might have been better off not hearing.
"K'ailia is dead...?" Luha croaked almost immediately towards Tahj. Her eyes forced open and looked panickedly at her niece. "It's not true. Tell me it's not true." K'luha very nearly begged. Her hand weakly grasped back at her niece, her eyes looking at K'zhumi when she noted the healer tending to her.
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